As time goes on I often begin to notice people's quirks. Carol wears the same earrings every time I see her - Shannon is always wearing a t-shirt with a pony tail - Linda always talks about her family's agenda for the week - Lukas loves to use his eyebrows - the Asian man at the doughnut store always tries to find someway to make a laughable joke. This morning he asked if I just wanted water because I normally get my mother a tea. I explained that she had just had surgery this morning and was bed ridden. Oral surgery. He laughed and said she has to stay pretty like you! Followed by more of his pleaseant laughter. One of my favorite things to say has come to be? "Life is a funny thing." And as Forrest Gump would say, "that's all I have to say about that." (Please tell me you read that with his Southern accent!) Anyway, when it gets down to it, life moves along, people are people and we are all unique. To this I say, slow down and notice what's around you. People are a funny thing too.
As much as I’d love for the house to be pristine at all hours of the day, it isn’t. And recently, I’ve learned that this is perfectly OK. Just five years ago, I refused to go to sleep unless the house looked flawless and the sink was completely empty. Every surface had to be wiped down, every toy put away, every last dish cleaned. Now, we go to sleep most nights with a sink full of dishes and at least one part of the house in total disarray. Sometimes it’s a carefully arranged doll village set up in my room. Other times it’s glitter and tiny cut-up pieces of paper scattered across the playroom floor, a fort taking over the living room, or some wildly elaborate animal-and-blanket fortress creeping up the stairs. And honestly? That’s okay. On the bright side, the sink is full of dishes because we ate good food together. The doll village exists because my daughters are creating stories, imagining family dynamics, and bonding as sisters. The glitter and scraps of paper mean they’re experim...
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